Another day breaks
like a bone,

dragging me along
to my chagrin–

another night
is gone before

it’s gone, at least
that’s how it felt

on a scale of one to ten,
a ten. It doesn’t help,

this hesitating sky.
The air feels thin,

too brittle to breathe in–
this ossified blue,

it does not move me
to move from rest.

These recalcitrant
breaths do not support it.